Hear my prayer, O Lord, hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry for help come
before you.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, let my cry for help come before you.
Do not hide your face from me.
In the day of my trouble, incline your ear to me.
In the day I call, answer quickly, for my days are consumed in smoke.
My bones are scorched like a hearth.
My heart is smitten and withered like grass, so I forget to eat bread.
Due to the sound of my groaning, my bones cling to my flesh, resembling a
pelican of the wild or like an owl in the desert.
Here I lie awake, a lonely bird on a roof.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry for help come
before you.
My foes reproach all day, those who mock me curse with my name, for I've eaten
ashes like bread and mingled tears with my drink.
Because of your anger and wrath, you have lifted and cast me away.
My days are stretched like a shadow.
I wither away like the grass.
But you, O Lord, live forever, your name to all generations.
You'll rise with compassion on Zion.
The time to be gracious has come.
Your servants delight in her stones, and for her dust they feel pity.
The nations will fear the Lord's name, all kings of the earth, your glory.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry for help come
before you.
The Lord has built up Zion, and he has appeared in his glory.
He's regarded the prayer of the poor, never despising their prayer.
And this shall be written down for a generation to come, so a people yet to be
born may also praise the Lord.
He looked from his holy height, from heaven the Lord saw the earth.
To hear the prisoners groaning, to free the ones doomed to death.
They'll tell the Lord's name in Zion, and of his praise in Jerusalem.
When nations are gathered together, and kingdoms to serve the Lord.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry for help come
before you.
He's drained my strength on the way, and he has cut short my days.
I say, O my God, do not take me in the midst of my days.
Your years are through all ages, and of old you founded the earth.
Though the heavens are made by your hands, they will perish, but you will endure.
All will wear out like a garment, like loathing you will change them.
Yes, they will be changed, while you remain the same.
Your years will not ever have an end, your servants' children continue.
Their sons and daughters will be established before you.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry for help come
before you.
Hear my prayer, O Lord, hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry for help come
before you.